One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
Sugar
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One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
Tag Archives: habit
Past life public
Looking back I find
this old friend, written record
for the world to view
Mortality
That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.
Two hours of sleep
Eyes red focus shot
totally worthless but I
still need that paycheck.
Loser
You still up? Dude, it’s
not like the internet won’t
be there tomorrow.
Last day of 16
Some days she doesn’t
fit into her skin, too young
to be old this soon.
Hoarders on A&E
What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
Ocean waves
I type in a dim
dark room listening to surf.
There’s an app for that.
Driving to Chicago
90 knows me well,
her sinuous curves — through five
states — lead me onward.
Salon visit
She contemplates bangs,
a different color, hair
as reinvention.
a haiku a day 